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<Awesome Clark> The crowd in the arena is excited because the upcoming match is the one for the OPCW World Championship. I am going to face maybe the greatest champ of this federation and I want to try and stop her reign. The announcer is in the ring and when the music of Guano Apes - Big in Japan comes from the amplifiers, I enter the arena. Gray boots, white kneepads and panties, white stripes around my wrists. I walk towards the ring, 173cm and 84kg, the reaction from the audience is not very positive towards me. The announcer introduces me and I enter the ring. I climb the steel steps, walk onto the apron ring and enter between the second and third ropes. I stop in the center of the ring, cross my hands on my chest and look at the audience. I hear some boo, but I'm used to that. My music fades and I stand in my corner waiting for my opponent to enter. 

<JobberifficTiff> The crowd's attitude changes as they hear my music, cheering wildly as I step through the curtain, pausing so they can get a good look at me as I smile and pose for them before continuing down towards the ring. My 5'5'' 125lbs 36F-28-32 body in a tight fitting black one piece with matching boots and pads, low cut in the front and high on the hips to show off my legs and my ample chest. Waving and blowing kisses to the fans as they give me a warm welcome as I step up onto the apron, I give them a wink and a wiggle of my backside to get one more big cheer before I slip into the ring heading for my corner. 

<Awesome Clark> I carefully watch your movements as you enter the ring. You have a sexy outfit, which attracts applause from the audience. I also cannot be indifferent to it. I wait for the match to start, the referee carries out the final checks. In the meantime I punch the air a couple of times and then do some arm stretching. I'm excited and I know this is my big chance to make OPCW history  

<JobberifficTiff> I smile and wave to the crowd, soaking in more of their cheers as I start to stretch and limber up in my corner. The referee checking on me before calling for the bell, the fans roaring as this match is underway. Smile still on my face as I push out of my corner, circling off the ropes and towards you and the middle of the ring, inching closer and closer, ready for a proper lock up with you in the middle of the ring.

 <Awesome Clark> I look at you and smile. I know you are much stronger than the average female wrestler in the federation, but I know I can overcome you. I accept the lock up and wrap my arms around your body, placing my hands on your neck and elbow. I lean forward, place my feet on the mat and start pushing 

<JobberifficTiff> The crowd cheering as we meet in the middle of the ring, locking up, our bodies struggle for control. You push against my body, showing off your strength as you begin to force me backwards, my won body flexing as I try to resist, but being forced back further and further, needing to do something quickly as the corner is approaching. I try to use my speed instead of my strength as you push hard against me, leaning into me, I twist and pull, trying to spin us around at the last moment to allow me to slam your fit body back into the corner.

<Awesome Clark> I feel your muscles flexing under my hands. You make an effort but, even if with difficulty, I manage to push you. At a certain point I feel that you offer less resistance and I can push you towards the corner faster. What's happening?" suddenly you rotate and hit my back against the corner post. To avoid falling I put my arms on the highest ropes. 

<JobberifficTiff> The fans cheering as I manage to reverse things and send your firm body into the corner, hearing you grunting as your body slams against the turnbuckles. Your arms losing their grip on me as they instead hang over the top ropes to keep you upright in the corner and I'm thankful to be out of the lockup. Your arms over the ropes also open you up and I can't help but take advantage of that raising my hand with a smile before bringing it down in a big knife edge chop to your chest. 

<Awesome Clark> I hit the corner and am forced to let go. You raise your hand and hit me in the chest. The audience punctuates your loud shot by screaming WOOOOOO. Your hand leaves a red mark on my pecs. I fold my hands over my chest and moan in pain. I try to move sideways to get away from the corner and not get hit again. 

<JobberifficTiff> The fans cheering loudly as I chop your chest, I love your own reaction as you moan, your hands covering your chest as you stagger down the ropes, trying to avoid another chop and I follow after you, sad I won't be able to give you another, but seeing you in this position I move in, wrapping my arms around your head, pulling your face against the side of my big breast, hoping to use that to my advantage as I try to drag you off the ropes, squeezing your head firmly in a side headlock.

 <Awesome Clark> You grab my head and squeeze it in a side headlock. My face is pressed against a sort of big and hard pillow. I could stay in this position for long time, but your arm hurts my head. You pull me away from the ropes. I need to counters and so I put my hands on your hips, try to lift you, using my back, head under your armpit as a leverage and lift you. Finally I try to slam your pelvis against my exposed knee with an atomic drop

 <JobberifficTiff> I squeeze your head as I pull you off the ropes, the fans cheering as they watch me rub your face against the side of my breast. I try to tug you around the ring, trying to keep you off balance, but you grip my hips and using your strength lift me up, my boots kicking as you drop me across your thigh with an atomic drop, "Uggggghhhhhh" moaning as the impact sends a shiver through my body, losing my grip on your head as I topple to the mat, my hands between my legs. 

<Awesome Clark> I let you fall and free my head from your grip. I watch you as you gasp on the ground with your hands between your legs "Oh, do you have balls miss champion?". I taunt while bouncing on the balls of my feet. "Do you prefer to get up or stay on the ground to be stepped on by the soles of my boots like any other shit on a sidewalk?". I advance towards you and try to stomp on your body 

<JobberifficTiff> I kneel on the mat, moaning as I try to recover from the rough landing. An atomic drop still hurts whether you have balls or not, though I'm sure it probably hurts you more, something I make a note in the back of my mind as I push up to my hands and knees as you taunt me, your body stomping over towards me "Uggghhhhh" moaning as you stomp down on me, forcing me back to the mat. I roll away from you with a grunt, trying to roll out of the ring and take a breath.

 <Awesome Clark> I notice you trying to get out of the ring and I don't want to let you. I follow you and grab you by your blonde hair "Where do you think you're running to, champion of cowards?" I pull you and try to make you stand up to prepare to hit you again 

<JobberifficTiff> I roll for the ropes, but hear you stomping after me, I wince as your fingers dig into my long blonde hair, dragging me up off the mat, my own hands going to your own head, pulling it down against mine as I let myself drop to my knees, trying to spike your chin off the top of my head in a jawbreaker. 

<Awesome Clark> I grab you to pull you back in the middle of the ring and on your feet. But you grab my head and hit me with a jawbreaker. I am forced to let you go and then i stumble backwards, with my hands on my mouth. The crowd cheer for your reaction

<JobberifficTiff> I push up from my knees, wincing as my head hurts from where it collided with yours, seeing you stagger backwards, needing to take advantage as you seem stunned, the fans cheering loudly as I rush towards you, leaning forward as I throw myself at you, trying to slam my shoulder into your body with a spear. 

<Awesome Clark> As soon as your shoulder hits my belly, my feet leave the mat. I fall on my back and then I roll over the ring with both hands on my abs in an embrional position. I cough and suffer after your powerful attack 

<JobberifficTiff> I grunt as our bodies collide, yours taking the brunt of it as you leave your feet, crumpling to the mat, the fans drowning out your coughs and moans as they cheer loudly. I could watch you suffer as you roll back and forth on the mat all day, but I need to return the favor for the punishment you gave me earlier as I grab your boots, pulling and jerking on them hard as I lift them high and turn you over into a Boston crab as I look to punish your sore core as I bend you under me. 

<Awesome Clark> I am in pain, coughing and holding my hands to my abdomen. You grab my feet and turn me over with my belly on the mat. I feel my back bending as you pull my legs into this painful hold. I scream in pain, but before your pelvis can drop permanently onto my back, I try to use my hands to slide across the mat in an attempt to reach the ropes 

<JobberifficTiff> I work you over onto your front as the crowd cheers, your hands clawing at the mat as you try to drag us towards the ropes. "What's the matter?" I ask as you struggle, "Don't have the balls to be in the ring with a woman?" I laugh as I reach down between your thighs, giving you a firm squeeze in an attempt to distract you from trying to escape as I keep a hold of your other leg, trying to drag you back towards the middle of the ring and drop my firm sexy backside onto the small of your back. 

<Awesome Clark> You control me and do not allow me to reach the ropes. I scream in pain as you sit on my back and twist my spine. My kidneys burn as you apply the boston crab. I then try to grab your right foot with my hand to yank it in hopes of throwing you off balance 

<JobberifficTiff> I drop my body down on yours, hearing you cry out as I sit back and pull on your boot, bending your athletic body under me, my hand still clutching your package, squeezing it as I try to force you to submit as you struggle beneath me, but you grab my foot and pull hard, spreading my own legs, pulling me off balance as I slide off your back losing my grip on you.

 <Awesome Clark> I scream as I try to throw you off balance, your hold combined with the action between my legs hurting me very much. Fortunately my reaction is successful and you lose your hold. I am now free, but very sore. I roll onto the mat with my hands at my groin. I try to duck under the bottom rope to get a break, but I don't get out of the ring 

<JobberifficTiff> I land on the mat as you force me to break the hold, glaring at you as you roll away, I take a bit of satisfaction from seeing you holding yourself. I push up to my feet as you roll towards the ropes, seeing you trying to escape, reaching out and grabbing for your boots again as you slip under the ropes, tugging on your legs, trying to jerk you back into the ring...and if I can drag your crotch against the mat while I do it all the better, tossing your legs down I try to stomp my boot hard into the small of your back in an attempt to keep you down. 

<Awesome Clark> You pull me towards the center of the ring again, and as soon as I try to resist and grab the bottom rope you hit my back. Your boot hits my spine and i scream in pain, unable to counters your attack

 <JobberifficTiff> I grunt as I slam my boot into your back, I can't help but smile as you scream in pain, your hands coming loose of the ropes as I tug on your boots, dragging you face down across the mat to the middle of the ring wanting to hear more of your screams and cries as I step over you, dropping my firm backside down on your spin, wanting to pin you to the mat as I lean forward for your chin, wanting to pull it up and back hard in a painful camel clutch.

 <Awesome Clark> You are destroying me with powerful blows, and I can't organize a counteroffensive. You look determined and mean. I groan. Then you sit on my back and pin me to the ground. I feel your hands grabbing at my chin. I try to grab your arms and press my fingers on the inside of your wrists, hoping not to let you complete the maneuver

 <JobberifficTiff>I sit firmly on your back, pinning you to the mat, struggling with you as you grab my wrists, growling as I grow impatient I try to grab your hair instead of your chin as I bring my hands up, trying to sink them in and get a good grip as I try to shove you face first into the mat and daze you. 

<Awesome Clark> Leave my chin, probably because of my defensive action. But then you grab me by the hair and pull my head. Finally you slam my face on the mat. My nose is crushed to the ground. I remain stunned, exhausted, under you 

<JobberifficTiff> I can feel your body shudder under me, it sends another twinge through me as I rub against your back, mashing your face into the mat, I take a deep breath, my heavy chest heaving as I try to set myself firmly on top of you and pull back on your head again, trying to bend your sweaty sore body under me, my own sweat dripping off of me, as I try to work you into a hopefully match ending submission. 

<Awesome Clark> Now I'm stunned and I can just complain and moan when you put me in a camel clutch again. I scream and cry in pain, feeling my back burning under you 

<JobberifficTiff> I grunt as I pull back on your chin, bending your body under me, rocking my hips as I grind against your back, trying to put as much pressure on your spine as I can as you scream out in pain. My breasts heaving as I tug on your chin, rocking back again and again, almost like I'm in a row boat as I bend you back further and further as I ride your prone body, the fans on the edge of their seat as the referee moves in, asking if you want to submit.

<Awesome Clark> You pull my head by grabbing my chin. My spine is in traction and my back bends. I feel the back of my head ending in the middle of your hard breasts. I am unable to react. The referee asks me what I want to do. I am in pain, you have dominated me from the beginning of the match. After a few seconds I tap my hand on the mat "Enough is enough, I give up!" I scream in pain 

<JobberifficTiff> My sweaty body is riding yours, my chest heaving, panting as I pull back on your chin, trying to end this match as you cry out under me, the fans cheering loudly making it hard to hear as the referee leans in asking if you've had enough. Your body strains under me and after a moment you scream your submission. I take a sigh of relief as the referee calls for the bell, letting your body slump to the mat as I slide off your back rolling over on the mat, wiping the sweat from my face as I stare up at the ring lights, my breasts heaving as I take much needed deep breathes a smile on my face as the referee lifts my hand in victory.

Published: 2023-12-12, viewed 0 times.